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If Dumbledore was right - and Im sure he was - there are still four of them out there. Ive got to find them and destroy them, and then Ive got to go after the seventh bit of Voldemorts soul, the bit thats still in his body, and Im the one whos going to kill him. And if I meet Severus Snape along the way, he added, so much the better for me, so much the worse for him. There was a long silence. The crowd had almost dispersed now, the stragglers giving the monumental figure of Grawp a wide berth as he cuddled Hagrid, whose howls of grief were still echoing across the water. Well be there, Harry, said Ron. What. At your aunt and uncles house, said Ron. And then well go with you wherever youre going. No - said Harry quickly; he had not counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking this most dangerous journey alone. You said to us once before, said Hermione quietly, that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. Weve had time, havent we. Were with you whatever happens, said Ron. But mate, youre going to have to come round my mum and dads house before we do anything else, even Godrics Hollow. Why. Bill and Fleurs wedding, remember. Harry looked at him, startled; the idea that anything as normal as a wedding could still exist seemed incredible and yet wonderful. Yeah, we shouldnt miss that, he said finally. His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione. Text copyright © 2005 by J. Rowling. Cover illustration by Olly Moss © Pottermore 2015 Interior illustrations by Mary GrandPré copyright © 2005 by Warner Bros. Harry Potter characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of and © Warner Bros. Ent. Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J. Rowling. This digital edition first published by Pottermore Limited in 2015 Published in print in the U. by Arthur A. Levine Books, an imprint of Scholastic Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in part, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher. ISBN 978-1-78110-647-1 THE DEDICATION OF THIS BOOK IS SPLIT SEVEN WAYS: TO NEIL, TO JESSICA, TO DAVID, TO KENZIE, TO Check this out, TO ANNE, AND TO YOU, IF YOU HAVE STUCK WITH HARRY UNTIL THE VERY END. CONTENTS ONE The Dark Lord Ascending TWO In Memoriam THREE The Dursleys Departing FOUR The Seven Potters FIVE Fallen Warrior SIX The Ghoul in Pajamas SEVEN The Will of Albus Dumbledore EIGHT The Wedding NINE A Place to Hide TEN Kreachers Tale ELEVEN The Bribe TWELVE Magic Is Might THIRTEEN The Muggle-born Registration Commission FOURTEEN The Thief FIFTEEN The Goblins Revenge SIXTEEN Godrics Hollow SEVENTEEN Bathildas Secret EIGHTEEN The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore NINETEEN The Silver Doe TWENTY Xenophilius Lovegood TWENTY-ONE The Tale of the Three Brothers TWENTY-TWO The Deathly Hallows TWENTY-THREE Malfoy Manor TWENTY-FOUR The Wandmaker TWENTY-FIVE Shell Cottage TWENTY-SIX Gringotts TWENTY-SEVEN The Final Hiding Place TWENTY-EIGHT The Missing Mirror TWENTY-NINE The Lost Diadem THIRTY The Sacking of Severus Snape THIRTY-ONE The Battle of Hogwarts THIRTY-TWO The Elder Wand THIRTY-THREE The Princes Tale THIRTY-FOUR The Forest Again THIRTY-FIVE Kings Cross THIRTY-SIX The Flaw in the Plan EPILOGUE Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of death and the stroke that hits the vein, the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief, the curse no man can bear. But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no, not from others but from them, their bloody strife. We sing to you, dark gods beneath the earth. Now hear, you blissful powers underground - answer the call, send help. Bless the children, give them triumph now. Aeschylus, The Libation Bearers Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal. William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude T CHAPTER ONE THE DARK LORD ASCENDING he two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane. For a second they stood quite still, wands directed at each others chests; then, recognizing each other, they stowed their wands beneath their cloaks and started walking briskly in the same direction. News. asked the taller of the two. The best, replied Severus Snape. The lane was bordered on the left by wild, low-growing brambles, on the right by a high, neatly manicured hedge. The mens long cloaks flapped around their ankles as they marched. Thought I might be late, said Yaxley, his blunt features sliding in and out of sight as the branches of overhanging trees broke the moonlight. It was a little trickier than I expected. But I hope he will be satisfied. You sound confident that your reception will be good. Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with them, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring the mens way. Neither of them broke step: In silence both raised their left arms in a kind of salute and passed straight through, as though the dark metal were smoke. The yew hedges muffled the sound of the mens footsteps. There was a rustle somewhere to their right: Yaxley drew his wand again, pointing it over his companions head, but the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure-white peacock, strutting majestically along the top of the hedge. He always did himself well, Lucius. Peacocks. Yaxley thrust his wand back under his cloak with a snort. A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the diamond-paned downstairs windows. Somewhere in the dark garden beyond the hedge a fountain was playing. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as Snape and Yaxley sped toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though nobody had visibly opened it. The hallway was large, dimly lit, and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent carpet covering most of the stone floor. The eyes of the palefaced portraits on the walls followed Snape and Yaxley as they strode past. The two men halted at a heavy wooden door leading into the next room, hesitated for the space of a heartbeat, then Snape turned the bronze handle. The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table. The rooms usual furniture had been pushed carelessly up against the walls. Illumination came from a roaring fire beneath a handsome marble mantelpiece surmounted by a gilded mirror. Snape and Yaxley lingered for a moment on the threshold. As their eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light, they were drawn upward to the strangest feature of the scene: an apparently unconscious human figure hanging upside down over the table, revolving slowly as if suspended by an invisible rope, and reflected in the mirror and in the bare, polished surface of the table below. None of the people seated underneath this singular sight was looking at it except for a pale young man sitting almost directly below it. He seemed unable to prevent himself from glancing upward every minute or so. Yaxley. Snape, said a high, clear voice from the head of the table. You are very nearly late. The speaker was seated directly in front of the fireplace, so that it was difficult, at first, for the new arrivals to make out more than his silhouette. As they drew nearer, however, his face shone through the gloom, hairless, snakelike, with slits for nostrils and gleaming red eyes whose pupils were vertical. He was so pale that he seemed to emit a pearly glow. Severus, here, said Voldemort, indicating the seat on his immediate right. Yaxley - beside Dolohov. The two men took their allotted places. Most of the eyes around the table followed Snape, and it was to him that Voldemort spoke first. My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter from his current place of safety on Saturday next, at nightfall. The interest around the table sharpened palpably: Some stiffened, others fidgeted, all gazing at Snape and Voldemort. Saturday. at nightfall, repeated Voldemort. His red eyes fastened upon Snapes black ones with such intensity that some of the watchers looked away, apparently fearful that they themselves would be scorched by the ferocity of the gaze. Snape, however, looked calmly back into Voldemorts face and, after a moment or two, Voldemorts lipless mouth curved into something like a smile. Good. Very see more. And this information comes - - from the source we discussed, said Snape. My Lord. Yaxley had leaned forward to look down the long table at Voldemort and Snape. All faces turned to him. My Lord, I have heard differently. Yaxley waited, but Voldemort did not speak, so he went on, Dawlish, the Auror, let slip that Potter will not be moved until the thirtieth, the night before the boy turns seventeen. Snape was smiling. My source told me that there are plans to lay a false trail; this must be it. No doubt a Confundus Charm has been placed upon Dawlish. It would not be the first time; he is known to be susceptible. I assure you, my Lord, Dawlish seemed quite certain, said Yaxley. If he has been Confunded, naturally he is certain, said Snape. I assure you, Yaxley, the Auror Office will play no further part in the protection of Harry Potter. The Order believes that we have infiltrated the Ministry. The Orders got one thing right, then, eh. said a squat man sitting a short distance from Yaxley; he gave a wheezy giggle that was echoed here and there along the table. Voldemort did not laugh. His gaze had wandered upward to the body revolving slowly overhead, and he seemed to be lost in thought. My Lord, Yaxley went on, Dawlish believes an entire party of Aurors will be used to transfer the boy - Voldemort held up a large white hand, and Yaxley subsided at once, watching resentfully as Voldemort turned back to Snape. Where are they going to hide the boy next. At the home of one of the Order, said Snape. The place, according to the source, has been given every protection that the Order and Ministry together could provide. I think that there is little chance of taking him once he is there, my Lord, unless, of course, the Ministry has fallen before next Saturday, which might give us the opportunity to discover and undo enough of the enchantments to break through the rest. Well, Yaxley. Voldemort called down the table, the firelight glinting strangely in his red eyes. Will the Ministry have fallen by next Saturday. Once again, all heads turned. Yaxley squared his shoulders. My Lord, I have good news on that score. I have - with difficulty, and after great effort - succeeded in placing an Imperius Curse upon Pius Thicknesse. Many of those sitting around Yaxley looked impressed; his neighbor, Dolohov, a man with a long, twisted face, clapped him on the back. It is a start, said Voldemort. But Thicknesse is only one man. Scrimgeour must be surrounded by our people before I act. One failed attempt on the Ministers life will set me back a long way. Yes - my Lord, that is true - but you know, as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Thicknesse has regular contact not only with the Minister himself, but also with the Heads of all the other Ministry departments. It will, I think, be easy now that we have such a high-ranking official under our control, to subjugate the others, and then they can all work together to bring Scrimgeour down. As long as our friend Thicknesse Raven apex twitter not discovered before he has converted the rest, said Voldemort. At any rate, it remains unlikely that the Ministry will be mine before next Saturday. If we cannot touch the boy at his destination, then it must be done while he travels. We are at an advantage there, my Lord, said Yaxley, who seemed determined to receive some portion of approval. We now have several people planted within the Department of Magical Transport. If Potter Apparates or uses the Floo Network, we shall know immediately. He will not do either, said Snape. The Order is eschewing any form of transport that is controlled or regulated by the Ministry; they mistrust everything to do with the place. All the better, said Voldemort. He will have to move in the open. Easier to take, by far. Again, Voldemort looked up at the slowly revolving body as he went on, I shall attend to the boy in person. There have been too many mistakes where Harry Potter is concerned. Some of them have been my own. That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs. The company around the table watched Voldemort apprehensively, each of them, by his or her expression, afraid that they might be blamed for Harry Potters continued existence. Voldemort, however, seemed to be speaking more to himself than to any of them, still addressing the unconscious body above him. I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best-laid plans. But I know better now. I understand those things that I did not understand before. I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be. At these words, seemingly in response to them, a sudden wail sounded, a terrible, drawn-out cry of misery and pain. Many of those at the table looked downward, startled, for the sound had seemed to issue from below their feet. Wormtail, said Voldemort, strike игры скачать бесплатно no change in his quiet, thoughtful tone, and without removing his eyes from the revolving body above, have I not spoken to you about keeping our prisoner quiet. Yes, m-my Lord, gasped a small man halfway down the table, who had been sitting so low in his chair that it had appeared, at first glance, to be unoccupied. Now he scrambled from his seat and scurried from the room, leaving nothing behind him but a curious gleam of silver. As I was saying, continued Voldemort, looking again at the tense faces of his followers, I understand better now. I shall need, for instance, to borrow a wand from one of you before I go to kill Potter. The faces around him displayed nothing but shock; he this web page have announced that he wanted to borrow one of their arms. No volunteers. said Voldemort. Lets see. Lucius, I see no reason for you to have a wand anymore. Lucius Malfoy looked up. His skin appeared yellowish and waxy in the firelight, and his eyes were sunken and shadowed. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. My Lord. Your wand, Lucius. I require your wand. Malfoy glanced sideways at his wife. She was staring straight ahead, quite as pale as he was, her long blonde hair hanging down her back, but beneath the table her slim fingers closed briefly on his wrist. At her touch, Malfoy put his hand into his robes, withdrew a wand, and passed it along to Voldemort, who held it up in front of his red eyes, examining it closely. What is it. Elm, my Lord, whispered Malfoy. And the core. Dragon - dragon heartstring. Good, said Voldemort. He drew out his own wand and compared the lengths. Lucius Malfoy made an involuntary movement; for a fraction of a second, it seemed he expected to receive Voldemorts wand in exchange for his own. The gesture was not missed by Voldemort, whose eyes widened maliciously. Give you my wand, Lucius. My wand. Some of the throng sniggered. I have given you your liberty, Lucius, is that not enough for you. But I have noticed that you and your family seem less than happy of late. What is it about my presence in your Raven apex twitter that displeases you, Lucius. Nothing - nothing, my Lord. Such lies, Lucius. The soft voice seemed to hiss on even after the cruel mouth had stopped moving. One or two of the wizards barely repressed a shudder as the hissing grew louder; something heavy could be heard sliding across the floor beneath the table. The huge snake emerged to climb slowly up Voldemorts chair. It rose, seemingly endlessly, and came to rest across Voldemorts shoulders: its neck the thickness of a mans thigh; its eyes, with their vertical slits for pupils, unblinking. Voldemort stroked the creature absently with long thin fingers, still looking at Lucius Malfoy. Why do the Malfoys look so unhappy with their lot. Is my return, my rise to power, not the very thing they professed to desire for so many years. Of course, my Lord, said Lucius Malfoy. His hand shook as he wiped sweat from his upper lip. We did desire it - we do. To Malfoys left, his wife made an odd, stiff nod, her eyes averted from Voldemort and the snake. To his right, his son, Draco, who had been gazing up at the inert body Raven apex twitter, glanced quickly at Voldemort and away again, terrified to make eye contact. My Lord, said a dark woman halfway down the table, her voice constricted with emotion, it is an honor to have you here, in our familys house. There can be no higher pleasure. She sat beside her sister, as unlike her in looks, with her dark hair and heavily lidded eyes, as she was in apex update by external id and demeanor; where Narcissa sat rigid and impassive, Bellatrix leaned toward Voldemort, for mere words could not demonstrate her longing for closeness. No higher pleasure, repeated Voldemort, his head tilted a little to one side as he considered Bellatrix. That means a great deal, Bellatrix, from you. Her face flooded with color; her eyes welled with tears of delight. My Lord knows I speak nothing but the truth. No higher pleasure. even compared with the happy event that, I hear, has taken place in your family this week. She stared at him, her lips parted, evidently confused. I dont know what you mean, my Lord. Im talking about your niece, Bellatrix. And yours, Lucius and Narcissa. She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin. You must be so proud. There was an eruption of jeering laughter from around the table. Many leaned forward to exchange gleeful looks; a few thumped the table with their fists. The great snake, disliking the disturbance, opened its mouth wide and hissed angrily, but the Death Eaters did not hear it, so jubilant were they at Bellatrix and the Malfoys humiliation. Bellatrixs face, so recently flushed with happiness, had turned an ugly, blotchy red. She is no niece of ours, my Lord, she cried over the outpouring of mirth. We - Narcissa and I - have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood. This brat has nothing to do with either of us, nor any beast she marries. What say you, Draco. asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers. Will you babysit the cubs. The hilarity mounted; Draco Malfoy looked in terror at his father, who was staring down into his own lap, then caught his mothers eye. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, then resumed her own deadpan stare at the opposite wall. Enough, said Voldemort, stroking the angry snake. Enough. And the laughter died at once. Many of our oldest family trees become a little diseased over time, he said as Bellatrix gazed at him, breathless and imploring. You must prune yours, must you not, to keep it healthy. Cut away those parts that threaten the health of the rest. Yes, my Lord, whispered Bellatrix, and her eyes swam with tears of gratitude again. At the first chance. You shall have it, said Voldemort. And in your family, so in the world. we shall cut away the canker that infects us until only those of the true blood remain. Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoys wand, pointed it directly at the slowly revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick. The figure came to life with a groan and began to struggle against invisible bonds. Do you recognize our guest, Severus. asked Voldemort. Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face. All of the Death Eaters were looking up at the captive now, as though they had been given permission to show curiosity. As she revolved to face the firelight, the woman said in a cracked and terrified voice, Severus. Help me. Ah, yes, said Snape as the prisoner turned slowly away again. And you, Draco.
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He had been quite convinced that the common room was empty; he had not been at all prepared for a hulking figure to rise suddenly out of a distant chair. A closer look showed him that procedjre was Cormac McLaggen. Ive been waiting for you to inha,ation back, said McLaggen, disregarding Harrys drawn wand. Mustve fallen asleep. Look, I saw them taking Weasley up Steak the hospital wing earlier. Didnt look like hell be fit for next weeks match. It took Harry a few moments to realize what McLaggen was talking about. Oh. right. Quidditch, he said, putting his wand back into the belt of his jeans and running a hand wearily through his hair. Yeah. he might not make it. Well, then, Ill be playing Keeper, wont I. said McLaggen. Yeah, said Harry. Yeah, I suppose so. He could not think of an argument against it; after all, McLaggen had certainly performed second-best in the trials. Excellent, said McLaggen in a satisfied voice. So whens practice. What. Oh. theres one tomorrow evening. Good. Listen, Potter, we should have a talk beforehand. Ive got some ideas on strategy you might find useful. Right, said Harry unenthusiastically. Well, Ill hear them tomorrow, then. Im pretty tired now. see you. The news that Ron had been poisoned spread quickly next day, but it did not cause the sensation that Katies attack had done. People seemed to think that it might have been an accident, given that he had been in the Potions masters room at the time, and that as he had been given an antidote immediately there was no real harm done. In fact, the Gryffindors were generally much more interested in the upcoming Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, for many of them wanted to see Zacharias Smith, who played Chaser on pubg download apk in pc Hufflepuff team, punished inhaaltion for his commentary during the opening match against Slytherin. Harry, however, had never been less interested in Quidditch; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Still checking the Marauders Map whenever he got a chance, he sometimes made detours to wherever Inhalatjon happened to be, but had not yet detected him doing anything out of the ordinary. And still there were those inexplicable times when Malfoy simply vanished from the map. But Harry did not get a lot of time to consider the problem, what with Quidditch practice, homework, and inhalatio fact that he was now being dogged wherever he went by Cormac McLaggen and Lavender Brown. He ingalation not decide which of them was more annoying. McLaggen kept up a constant stream of hints that he would make a better permanent Keeper for the inhalatioj than Ron, and that now that Harry was seeing him play regularly he would surely come around to this way of thinking too; he was also keen to criticize the other players and provide Harry with detailed training schemes, so that more than once Harry was forced to remind him who was Captain. Meanwhile, Lavender kept sidling up to Harry to discuss Ron, which Harry found almost more wearing than McLaggens Quidditch lectures. At first, Lavender had been very annoyed that nobody Steam inhalation procedure nhs thought to tell her that Ron was in the hospital wing - I mean, I am his girlfriend. - but unfortunately go here had now decided to forgive Harry this lapse of memory and was keen to have lots of in-depth chats with him about Rons feelings, a most uncomfortable experience that Harry would orocedure happily forgone. Look, why dont you talk to Ron about all this. Harry asked, after a particularly long hns from Lavender that took in Steam inhalation procedure nhs from precisely what Ron had said about her new dress Stam to whether or not Harry thought that Ron considered his relationship with Lavender to be serious. Well, I would, but hes always asleep when I go and see him. said Lavender fretfully. Is he. said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron procefure alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing, both highly interested in the news of Dumbledore and Snapes row and keen to abuse McLaggen as much as possible. Is Hermione Granger still visiting him. Lavender innhalation suddenly. Yeah, I think so. Well, theyre friends, arent they. said Harry uncomfortably. Friends, dont make me laugh, said Lavender scornfully. She didnt talk to him for weeks after he started going out with me. But I suppose she wants to make up with him now hes all interesting. Would you call getting poisoned being interesting. asked Harry. Anyway - sorry, got to go Steam inhalation procedure nhs theres McLaggen coming for a talk about Quidditch, said Harry hurriedly, and he dashed sideways through a door pretending to be solid wall and sprinted down the shortcut that would take him off to Potions where, thankfully, neither Lavender nor McLaggen could follow him. On the morning of the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, Harry dropped in on the hospital wing before heading down to the pitch. Ron was very agitated; Madam Pomfrey would not let him go down to watch the match, feeling it would overexcite him. So hows McLaggen shaping up. he asked Harry nervously, apparently forgetting that he Steqm already asked the same question twice. Ive told you, said Harry patiently, he could be world-class and I wouldnt want to keep him. He keeps trying to tell everyone what to do, he thinks he Sheam play every position better than the rest of us. I cant wait to be shot of him.
It is the truth.